As a very young child, I would try to run and chase the clouds, trying to win in vain against it. My motley of friends and I would run up towards a nearby empty field which had an abandoned flour mill, and conjure our stories about that mill, the ghosts that haunted.We would roll, laugh, push each other, till it would be evening and our mom's would come looking for us...so many many nights and days later, I still want to relish that spirit which I had as a child.We may grow old, but there are some memories which have the magical power of taking us back to the time of innocence...



Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Journey

A blue scarved sky
And a glistening sun
Followed the journey
Of four souls
The car raced with the wind
As they rode
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘hosanna oh oh’

Music, action and camera
Laughter, sneer and jokes
Filled the whistling woods
As they took the beaten roads
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘welcome to the hotel california’

Cow laden meadows
Tall, leafless trees
A silent valley
Gazed at the four
With not a care on their minds
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘stuck in a moment’

Memories they will be
Sweet endearing ones
Of a year gone by
Of a year yet to come
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘’Here I am, this is me’
Happy to be lost in a neverland 

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